The worst week of my life.

It has been one of the toughest weeks of my life. the dawning realisation that I am now, truly, getting old and becoming decrepit has hit home, and it has caused a huge amount of soul searching. The way I have discovered this has broken my heart. It is not something I have ever thought possible, and it has buckled me at the knees.

How does one confess such a thing in public?

How does a man confess such a thing in public? Something that makes me so terribly sad when I think about it. My youth, lost behind me. Lost in a physical way.

I can't eat raw pickled onions anymore.

I took a cheese and onion sandwich to work a few weeks ago, and in the afternoon I found I had terrible stomach ache. I passed it off as a one off. I wasn't able to face the fear in the back of mind. I think I knew though. I just pushed it away.

Then a couple of days ago I bought a normal jar of silverskin onions. As normal I took about 3 or 4 out and added them to my lunch plate. I couldn't even finish the first one without feeling rotten on the inside.

It has broken my heart. 

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